Chit Chat Lyrics – Jay5ive

Read the full Chit Chat lyrics by Jay5ive and DUSTY LOCANE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jay5ive’s music, you can also explore Be Back Soon and Return Of The Mak (Cover), two other songs by Jay5ive.

[Intro: Smooky MarGielaa]
I ain’t even with that chit-chat (Woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli’ where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool (Ha), when we pull up, get back (Huh, ayo, Double, you—)
Got a lame n!gga calling (Huh), ’cause he want his b!tch back (Woo)
Damn (Brr, Jondior)
Run up on, I’ma give it right back (Woo, brr)
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can’t afford that (Baow)
Got some booming, in Margiela’s, five racks plus tax, yeah
Fake n!ggas always looking, why they get they moving like that?, yeah

[Chorus: Jay5ive]
Pull up on his b!tch and drop a check, won’t get his b!tch back
We was shooting n!ggas, that was way before the diss tracks
Any spot I walk in, got me asking, “Where the grip at?”
Eli caught a shot and I ain’t never seen him get back
Loafing on them blocks, that ain’t my body, n!ggas wish that
On that block with Jack, don’t gotta tell him who to flick at
Walking right through Harlem, got me looking like, “Where Blitz at?”
They know I’m the Jet, but steady asking where my ‘Rips at (Ayo, Double, you—)

[Verse 1: Jay5ive & DUSTY LOCANE]
Thooties in the spot, they steady asking, “Where the licks at?”
Brodie want a friend, he keep on asking, “Where the mish at?”
She know we the littest in the party, that’s a big fact
Off-off the Casamigos, I’ma break her like a Kit-Kat
If she try to line me last, then she gon’ hear the click-clack
Dusty wanna spin, he keep on asking, “Where the whip at?” (What’s cracking, 5ive?)
Always up the score so I won’t have to take a trip back
Always shooting first so I won’t never have to flip back

[Verse 2: DUSTY LOCANE]
(Fah) G gon’ make a movie, know this chopper got a kickback (Fah)
Shotty to his body, on his grave where we piss at (We piss at)
Yo, Jay5ive, pass the knocks, I’ma spliff that (We spliff that)
Bro got the lo’ on the opps, tell him pin that (Pin that s*it)
We can’t go without the pole in this party

Shorty wanna run on the Crip, where the blick at? (Fah)
Pass it to the brodie, know we all gon’ blick that (She with us)
He a pu*sy, he ain’t never get his lick back
Watch for the D’s, know they looking for me (For me)
Still fu*k the opps, he got put on a tee (Grr, grr)
I can’t go, I’m in love with my G (With my G)
Hope you got pole when you run into me (Why you running?)
I’m a savage, I stay with my nina (Fah)
Hit the switch, tell them killers to dump out the V

[Bridge: DUSTY LOCANE]
Fah, fah
Flu Gang, Flu Gang

[Chorus: Jay5ive]
Pull up on his b!tch and drop a check, won’t get his b!tch back
We was shooting n!ggas, that was way before the diss tracks
Any spot I walk in, got me asking, “Where the grip at?”
Eli caught a shot and I ain’t never seen him get back
Loafing on them blocks, that ain’t my body, n!ggas wish that
On that block with Jack, don’t gotta tell him who to flick at
Walking right through Harlem, got me looking like, “Where Blitz at?”
They know I’m the Jet, but steady asking where my ‘Rips at (Ayo, Double, you—)

[Verse 3: Jay5ive]
D’s be on my bop, I’m tryna troop in with my gun
But they know how I get and they know I don’t go for nothing
And I ain’t never been the type to take it on a jump
Two poles be on my body, if he play, I throw a ton
Catch a pack and play it cool, no need for going on a run
This XD get to flicking, this s*it sounding like a drum
And she keep tryna throw her pu*sy, she just wanna rump
But I just want an opp who gotta line him, are you dumb?
And we was on that block, yeah, we was purging tryna creep up
Grinching like if I don’t got a dollar for the re-up
Shoe box in my closet, mama think it’s for the sneakers
But this is just another place where I can put the heater
And brodie said he fu*ked, so, yeah, I’m knowing she a treesha
And n!ggas, they be saving, throwing show up for a skeezer
I never loved a b!tch, I ran a bag up, I ain’t need one
Two guns’ll get to flicking on this block, this s*it a threesome
I know I got some demons, but do s*it up on my doley
And they wasn’t around when we was hopping out them stolies
Two deep, was on that block when I was flicking with my codey
I ain’t never give a fu*k, n!gga, I’ll up it on his brodie